Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Montenegro and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Interpol to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
Index,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.